Hope and Wish
R&W39. Farah's Response

"From what time? Why doesn't anyone tell me?" Bang Bisker ran straight out of the house. 

I panicked too, I just saw it this sweet. Biyung and Dad went outside the house as well. Dad threw the car keys, me and the workshop went straight to the clinic where Farah was treated last night. 

"What time is it? I'm in at tenth, there hasn't been a direct Farah fever seizure." More or less like that story from the biyung. 

At midnight Farah had a sudden high fever, then not a long seizure immediately. Plus I before bed saw a child convulsing on social media, then immediately died shortly afterwards. 

I became negative thinking myself, I did not want to be afraid of our anniversary date, because there is a sad story in it.

"Don't know, Yang." Skill driving bang Workshop out, he can use heel and toe technique. 

Like the driver lowering the gear, while pressing the brake pedal with the sole of the foot and stepping on the gas pedal with the tip of the foot. The purpose of doing this heel and toe is to improve the performance of the car when lowering the teeth of the car, usually done when passing corners or roads that need to reduce the speed of the car.

Besides the automotive expert, he's king on the streets too. Maybe he forgot his trauma because of panic, so in the streets of this alley he could acrobat. 

"Come on, Yang." He got out of the car first, after parking the origin in front of the clinic owned by Pakwa. 

Why didn't Hamdan tell the workshop? 

My shirt thread was stuck in the safety belt, I needed time to get out of the car. After all, the workshop forgot to pull the keys to this pink car. I needed time to catch up to him, I let him go first. 

"YES!" The tall man walked back towards me and pulled my hand. 

"Aren't you worried about Farah? So relaxing!" His face is not friendly. 

It's his true nature. 

"But my shirt is stuck." I walked in his footsteps, showing some of these complicated threads still dangling on my shirt. 

It looks like it will tear, whether this is indeed a fragile cloth. 

"Where?" He looked towards my hand. 

"It." It's in my negligent pocket. 

He pulled the thread on my shirt, continuing his footsteps. It was like an easy thing for him, but I was so insistent.

"Where is the children's room?" He dyed.

"Here, Bang." I showed you the left-hand side. 

He still did not release his arm on my wrist. Fortunately my legs are long, so I can balance the fast pace. 

We found Farah's room. Her father still didn't let me go, after finding Farah's gurney taken care of. 

"Son, how does it hurt? Why, Honey?" Bang Workshop just let go of my hand, after he wanted to wipe Farah's head. 

The six-month-old girl was sitting in the middle of a baby gurney, with an infusion hose attached to the back of her hand. He was being bribed by his grandfather, he sat down with a toy ringing in his hand. 

"It's okay, Dad." Om Hamdan replied. 

"What's wrong, hm? Tired? Falling?" Bang Workshop pressed the back of his hand against Farah's forehead. 

Farah bared her teeth to her father, uh but something was different. 

"Look, Bang. Gums over it are swollen." My finger raised Farah's upper lip. 

"Oh, yes. Want to get your teeth back, son?" Bang Workshop kissing Farah's cheek. 

It turns out that if you have a child with a history of seizures, it is like having an umbrella ready before the rain. Before fever due to certain factors, teething for example, must be quickly taken to the doctor first in order to get medication and treatment.

"Yes, Dad. Sorry, son? His father bothered himself, but later in the afternoon Adek Farah already got the attention of Mamah Ra." Bang Workshop rubbed the remaining water in Farah's mouth. 

The girl always smiled at her father. He seemed very happy to get attention from his father, until his eyes never turned away from his father. 

"Udah lived here first, Han. The clinic is close, the cure is patent. Look, it's broughtas. There is no drama lemes, but the cure can not be handled insurance that we have said staff. So buy it yourself, Han. The cost of the cure rather than the cost of the clinic." Om Hamdan whispered and chuckled. 

"What's up, Dad. Then the cost of debt first to mother connect me." Bang Workshop chuckled small. 

"Ohh, could. Grandpa Hamdan is still capable, Dek? Understand why Dad's all-out." Om Hamdan like berseledek bang Workshop. 

"About!" Bang Workshop attacked Farah with a kiss. 

The girl laughed in a loud voice. 

"Well, speaking to Pakwa yet, Om?" tanyaku later. 

"No, Ra. Come on, justin. The important thing is Farah's taken care of here." Om Hamdan rubbed Farah's head, then looked at me. "Prepare, Ra. Farah can go home, if the infusion bag runs out. The important thing is to keep eating, drink a lot, finish the medicine he said." 

I feel awkward interacting with Farah, let alone the attention of the child is only directed to her father. 

"Well, Deck? The strong, will be facing the same bang Galen." I brought him a boom. 

How amused am I to be? The girl even complained her eel to my fist, instead of complaining about her fist as well. 

"Ehh, it's not that." Bang Workshop laughed off, as did om Hamdan. 

Kids, that's absurd. The girl had contracted a gum-showing virus like Galen, she was laughed at and laughed too. 

Thankfully, the little interaction I gave was responded to by him. I'm afraid the boy is crying, I'll feel offended later. 

"Tos boom same Dad, Mah. Yes, Adek perhatiin huh? Same bang Galen also later tos boom continues loh, bang Galen usually tos boom." Bang Workshop pointed his fist at me. 

"Now, Deck." I smashed my fist slowly into the fist bang Workshop. 

Uh, he's gleeful. He even clapped his hands. Ah, nevermind. The important thing is to keep laughing, horeeee. 

"Arek Farah healthy huh? Dad took Mamah Ra first, huh? See you promise to God later, right? Farah see it? If you disbelieve in God, Farah will remember you?" Bang Berserkasi re-nobles his son. 

Try Galen, he'll be ready to eat the man who kissed him. Maybe because Farah's daughter, kissed even look happy. 

"Yes, Dad. I'm calm, there's Grandpa here. Farah's day will come, and Jasmine's grandmother will be too."

I gasped, hearing Hamdan calling his wife a grandmother. True, but my brother was still twenty-nine years old and was called grandma instead. 

"Call mom to your sister later, Ra." Om Hamdan made my laughter grow louder. 

"Later to fight between the daughter-in-law and the in-laws, who will rule our kitchen." Bang Workshop laughed wickedly. 

"Heh, seriously want to go home? We won't be free, Bang." I poked it and spoke softly. 

"What do you want to do anyway?" Om Hamdan lowered his back towards us, then whispered as well. 

Bang Workshop laughed embarrassedly, then he pulled my nose. He was like salting, or indeed directly thinking towards the bed. 

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